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"Midnight Rain" II - Rockstar!Ellie Williams x Popstar!Reader

an - wow i did not expect you guys to like this idea so much, if you haven't read part one i would go ahead and read it first before reading this part!! Enjoy!

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Tags: Fem!popstar!reader, rockstar!Ellie, we're burning slow here my loves, fake dating trope, no outbreak au, angst, slight anxious!reader, Ellie is a little bit of a player and kind of an asshole sorry pookies, lightly proof read, listen to "lucky" by britney spears it literally inspired this entire idea

So apparently you lied to yourself and no one forgot it happened

Two months. It had been two months since you had seen that article and left Ellie’s hotel room, and people couldn’t seem to let it go.

Edits of the two of you filled your for you page, fans brought signs to your shows asking about you and Ellie, and honestly, you were sick of it.

It didn’t help that your management thought it was a great idea because it gained traction for both you and Ellie’s fan bases.

So now you sit in a meeting with Ellie and your managers as they discuss another appearance from the two of you together.

This was your least favorite part of being a pop star, the fame, and your fans were amazing, but most of your choices weren’t your own; they were for the “brand” your management wanted to maintain.

“Sounds good to me” Ellie speaks up, breaking you from your thoughts as you look at her like she has two heads and scoff

“I’m sorry but weren’t you the one telling me that you had your precious reputation to uphold and couldn’t be tied down with anyone?”, you could feel your anger at the situation growing but knew you should keep yourself from completely losing it

“We both benefit from the attention, that’s more important to me than some silly reputation sweetheart,” she says with that infuriating smirk that lets you think for a moment that her words are truthful

“Fine,” you say, “But this is only going to be a thing for a few months, after my tour is over we are over, got it?” 

Your managers go over the agreements and discuss appearances before the both of you sign, basically binding yourselves to each other for the next six months.

The first appearance was simply Ellie coming to one of your shows

She hangs out with her bandmates Dina and Jesse in the VIP box where they are visible to the fans attending but are secure enough so they don’t get mobbed and can enjoy the show comfortably.

You make sure to direct most lyrics in the more romantic songs on your set list toward Ellie and can tell that your fans are eating it up.

After the show, your manager escorts you backstage where Ellie is waiting, noticing that it’s visible by some fans lingering in the upper levels.

Your manager pushes you toward Ellie and you plaster on a fake smile, running up to her and hugging her tightly.

Ellie kisses your cheek lovingly and it sends a jolt of sadness through you as you look into her eyes, wishing the look of care on her face was real.

“Smile, people are watching” she whispers into your ear while letting her hand slip to your waist and letting the other cup your jaw to tilt your face to hers.

You shake off the creeping feeling of anxiety at so many cameras on the two of you and smile softly, letting Ellie lead you into a quick kiss before parting and being led back to your dressing room by your manager.

You get back to your hotel that night and scroll mindlessly through your feed of constant videos from tonight, some of you performing, some of Ellie in the VIP box, and plenty of when the two of you met after the show.

You scroll through the comments of fans raving about how happy the two of you look with tears in your eyes

If only they knew

an - I listened to my sad girl hours playlist for this, I hope you enjoyed it!! Now go drink water you girl kissers xoxo

#wlw fanfic #urfavoritegirlkisser #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader

[writella]

hi, sweetie! Hope you’re doing well. I just had the cutest thought that I wanted to share. And maybe if you want to add on to it as a drabble or something please feel free:) if not, then please just enjoy todays shower thoughts lol.

I’m thinking about a friends with benefits! reader and Daryl who find themselves travelling by canoe for whatever reason. And how they might get into some petty argument or even play fight that ends with them flipping the boat and the two of them just stand in the water, soaking wet and staring blankly at eachother with disappointment. Bangs sticking to your both your foreheads as the canoe slowly floats down the river along with all your dignity.

Take care! xoxo

Rocking the Boat

Synopsis: Daryl has been back home for weeks; the first attack against the Sanctuary is complete; Alexandria, the Kingdom, and the Hilltop are on their way to freedom; but nothing is the same as it was, especially not with you and Daryl. Maybe a house boat side quest will break the ice, or really, make some waves.

Details: This is set during the beginning of season 8, it includes violence, smut, a fwb relationship but feelings are involved, mutual pining, a little bit of switch Daryl and reader, and some sweetness because I think it’s just my thing at this point. ♡

A/N + Response: Hello, lovely miss T ♡ what a fun idea!! I love the imagery you set with the canoe tipping over, especially the bangs so cute— it was one of my favorite parts to write here! This is probably a bit unrealistic and much longer than I intended, so I think I might consider this a full one-shot as well as a concept, and… it’s also a bit sad? Just a little until we get to the good stuff, I promise ;) Anyway I hope you like it; let me know what you think!!

Daryl sat on Rick’s porch, his back against the poles, reloading his guns as you sped up the steps, “I think we should go back to the boats. Now.” Your voice was hurried, you had run all the way from your house, but he didn't even look up at you.

“Why would we do somethin’ stupid like that?” His voice was low, and annoyed. You didn’t expect to be greeted kindly, but at least he sounded like anything other than emotionless to you since the first time you saw him again; since the time he escaped the Sanctuary.

“There’s no one there. I saw it before I got back home. There were people with guns sitting outside the first time we saw it, but now there aren't.”

“A couple of guns ain’t gonna help us.”

“There had to have been a reason they were guarding it before.” Your words were urgent and your eyes pleaded for him to look up. “Any amount of guns could make the difference, Daryl. You know that.” You stare at him, waiting for nothing as he doesn’t respond. “Did you and Rick even find anything before you got back?” You cross your arms, “Cause it doesn’t look like it. And I think I just did.”

You had gotten separated from the group after the first attack against the Sanctuary: you ran without thinking, just trying to get away from the army of walkers stampeding the place. Straying off the usual path to Alexandria, you accidentally reencountered a place you and Daryl only saw once before. It was a time before Negan, before the Saviors. But now, remembering their jackets, and their weapons, and how their bikes looked parked at the shore, you realized those were three Savior cabin boats— fairly sized, a bit rusty, they had a shack like feel, but it was big enough to stand and sleep in. Maybe something of use could be in there, and at least it was something to do while you waited for the final attack.

Similar to Rosita and Michonne, you also got hurt by the scavengers— day zero of the war, when Sasha died— but the girls left you here, they didn’t even tell you they were going, you didn’t even see them leave. But you needed to get out too; you needed to help. “I’m going with or without you.” Your anger started bubbling at his indifference, “And I saw you talking to Tara, I know you’re planning something, so if you want to go off with her and complete your idiot side plan-”

“You’re the one with the dumbass plan.”

“- then that’s fine!” You glare at him, his eyes still so evasive, it infuriates you. “My objective is to find more weapons, before the final attack.” You lied, you both knew your objective was to rest before the final attack, “So I’m gonna go do that.”

You begin to walk briskly. You knew he was going to try to stop you. You knew he was going to come with you when he realized, yet again, he couldn’t stop you, or… you hoped he couldn’t… Sometimes you forget how much stronger he is than you. You had a smart mouth and you knew how to get a reaction out of him, or at least you did in the past, but he could pinned you down with one hand, making you completely immobile— it’s happened before. The thought makes you walk faster, heading for the nearest car. You were trying to make a point although you weren’t sure what it was. You were just tired of sitting around, tired of his treatment— mistreatment, actually. You knew he had reason to act curtly, what he went through was unspeakable, but you were still there for him, waiting, but he never came to you. Not even late at night. Not even to simply sleep.

Just as you’re about to reach the car you feel his hand wrap around your arm, you almost let it yank you. Your breath is a heavy mix of fear and excitement as he does so. Maybe you finally got something out of him. Maybe you still have it. Maybe you still have him. “We don’t got time for this,” he hissed. Then his jaw clenched, it almost looked like he was chewing on something, “but you’re forgetting the boat.”

“It’s a canoe.” You were pushing it with the retort, he was coming.

He grunts as he lets go of your arm, it slapping down to your side. You wait for him by the car as he retrieves the canoe and paddles from one of the house garages. You guys had found it a long while ago, never knowing when it would be of use. That time was now.

The ride toward the waterfront was irritable and depressing to say the least. You wanted to be around Daryl, you wanted to stop him from going off plan with Tara, but most importantly, you just wanted to talk to him; finally and for once. You all were on the biggest missions of your life, in the biggest war of your life… who knows where your fates would lie after this, but he has yet to say anything to you that didn’t involve fighting the Saviors, and even with that, he didn’t say much. He wanted to win. He was ready to do it fast. Whatever it took. That was all.

He kept shifting in his seat, short, low grunts coming out of the side of his mouth— he didn’t want to do this right now, but he knew you were just as stubborn as him, especially when it came to him. As dumb as he felt this was, it wasn’t time for another person he cares about to get hurt.

“Stop fuming,” you muttered.

He snapped back, barking your name, “We’re in a war! We could be doin’ better things right now and got me here for what?”

“Maybe so you don’t kill people we need alive right now?” You were talking about Dwight, you did more than just see Daryl talking to Tara.

His following grunt truly said typical. “You always got your nose where it don’t belong.”

You ignore him, “We should follow Rick’s plan.”

He shakes his head, ignoring you this time. He’s tired of talking about this. He’s going to go on the boat, see if there’s weapons, get Tara, and use whatever you two find to complete his own plan at the Sanctuary. This needs to be done.

“At least it’s a little over 5 miles off the out-post the Kingdom took out,” you reason, “that must be why no one is there anymore.”

Still no response. Typical, it’s your turn to think it. You let go of talking to him for now. The rest of the drive was silent as well as when you get to your destination, starting to put the canoe on water.

You look at the three small, now unguarded, boats. Only one bike was by the land and there was blood splattered on the middle house, the biggest one. Maybe the Kingdom took out the guy that was there, but there were no boats or canoes around, no way for someone to get close enough inside.

You two get in, starting to row. “There better be somethin’ good in there,” Daryl huffed. You hoped so too. Uncertainty started filling in with the reality of your awful plan. There really could be nothing in there and you really could have spent your day doing something that mattered to the cause. If these boats held anything important, why wasn’t a Savior there already? But even worse, the realization that you were acting out of desperation just because Daryl had been acting so cold… felt even more terrible.

You knew Daryl was scarred, far more than before and you were trying to be patient. You were going to let him come to you. You knew he needed time, and he was at the Kingdom for a little bit anyway, hiding out from Negan. You couldn’t even talk to him if you wanted to because of that. But now you had been planning that first attack for weeks, you were sleeping in the same place together again, but not in the same room, not touching. And again, you understood why, but then again… you didn’t. It was so hard to gain his trust, for him to open up to you, you thought that was something you gained for keeps; but now he wasn’t even allowing you to have a friendship anymore, let alone this in-between relationship you used to have. It made you upset how much power you realized you let him have over you. You missed him so much, and now you weren’t even sure if he missed you back, or if he had reason to. Maybe it was just a fling after all.

War feels long, but it’s only a short time in truth. Nonetheless, a short time that can define who you are thereafter. This could be him, and maybe it always was. And this could be how you two will always be. Forever.

You decide to break the silence again as you row, your thoughts becoming insufferable: “That’s actually not the right technique,” you stutter, “if- if you’re curious.” You start to row based on what you taught yourself, the canoe going just a bit faster now, “I read it in a book from Deana’s old library.”

“So you read somethin’ in a book and now you think you know everything?” His eyes were annoyed. “Hmph.”

Your voice raises, “Well just because you’re so experienced in the wilderness or whatever doesn’t mean you know everything either.”

“I’m doin’ it fine.” He wasn’t. “You don’t even know how to swim.” You didn’t. “So maybe just be glad you ain’t dying today.”

You repeat yourself, “Still- doesn’t- mean- you know how to do everything… You expect me to think Merle took you canoeing? Of all things?” You cock your head, “Pretty sure he was out finding the next score.” You knew it was a low blow to bring up the dead brother, but you were upset. No talking and now insults? You could be cold too, even colder, even if you didn’t like it.

“Shut up.”

“You shut up!”

Then you screamed. A walker with gills, swimming in the water approached your boat behind Daryl. Your voice made him turn around to see it. You take your paddle to try to stab it in the head, but the walker’s hands are along the canoe rim, coming closer to you, it makes you accidently hit Daryl with your swing. “Oh- Sorry!”

“Fuck!” He yelled.

“I’m sorry!” A realization comes, “Is this the guy?”

“If it was he’s been dead for a while.” Daryl shouts, taking out his gun and you take out your knife. He’s trying to shoot the walker in the head, it’s closer to your side now. But you’re thrashing and water is flying while you try to jab them in the head with your knife. The walker has one of your arms and you’re trying to pry it away with the hand that has the knife. Neither of you have a clear shot at getting the thing, all three of you rocking the canoe far too much.

“Stay still!” He yells at you.

“Im trying!” You shout with the same force, the same annoyance, “He’s not making it easy, Daryl!”

Daryl has a chance to shoot the walker in the stomach, and he takes it, but it does nothing. The walker’s hands on you do not quit. The two of you just keep yelling at each other, riling the walker up. You can hear the biting sounds they’re making near your arm.

He shoots again, but you and the walker are still moving too much and Daryl’s loosing balance. The walker is tipping the canoe with their hands, water splashing inside. The next bullet goes into the wood, making a hole.

Their starving mouth continues to try to bite at you. You pull using all your strength to get their mouth away, trying to use your other hand to slice into their head. You two have never seen a walker like this: they can swim and they’re so strong.

Water now fills the boat from the hole as Daryl moves forward on the canoe, pushing your head, his hand quite literally covering your whole face to shove you out of the way, getting a clear shot at the walker and firing at their head. He clicks twice: Boom. Boom. Guts and water fly everywhere.

The splashing of the water and the firing of his gun overwhelms all your senses. The weight of Daryl is on your side now, neither of you have balance; both your weights pull the canoe over the edge as it flips over entirely with you under it.

You scream, but your voice is muffled. You thrash around, trying to use what little experience you have. You come above water for a few seconds, wailing, and Daryl grabs you.

“Hey- Hey- Hey!” his words snap, rough like barks until he gets you to look at him, gripping your face so it’s forward. “It’s okay,” he’s breathing almost as heavy as you are. His voice becomes even now, “It’s okay.” You realize he has you in his arms— it really was okay.

Feeling he might make a comment about you almost drowning, you force yourself to speak through water filled lungs, “Don’t. Say it.”

So he didn’t. He just holds you tight, you even feel his thumbs squeezing into you at the waist now, and through half lidded eyes, you see his arms tense, working hard to make sure you never fall, but it’s at a half arm's length, his elbows bent. You blink rapidly, your wet eyelashes still flapping shut until you’re able to open them better. You can see Daryl more clearly now.

You try to swipe some of the hair out of your face. The baby hairs at the crown of your forehead stayed slick in place while some parts of your hair started to lightly form your wave or curl pattern, but in all, you were absolutely drenched.

Your hands now hold onto his forearms just as tight as his below. It was one of those rare moments where you remember just how blue his eyes are. Their narrow shape and the way his hair lays always hides them away. But the sun was behind you, casting its light directly on him and his hair was now slick to his head as well: only some of it resting on his forehead.

If someone were to describe Daryl’s looks, they would probably say something typical like dark and rugged. They don’t see what you see. God, you forgot how uniquely handsome he was.

His hair changed colors in the light, it wasn’t as dark brown anymore, flecks of it were a more golden brown in the sun. And you loved the mole that was just above his lip and facial hair. Almost no one else in the group had something like that. And now, there was the way his button down stuck onto his skin. The color was dark enough that it wasn’t see-through, but you saw every indent, every line of his bicep and tricep as you looked at his arms, trying to avoid his face, trying to avoid his chest or anywhere lower.

On the other hand, Daryl was trying even harder to avoid looking at your soaked body, failing even worse. His eyes couldn’t help but linger on how your chest huffed as you tried to catch your breath. Your collarbones are now exposed as your shirt slides down just a bit further, the light color almost see through because of the water, and your bra didn’t help much either. It was one of those without the padding, it was the only one that fit— your supplies, food and wearable, clean clothing, were running dangerously low at home. The thin material of both top garments showed how your nipples perked up now. And the way he had to grasp tightly on the smalls of your waist, feeling your stomach inhale and exhale as you calmed yourself down didn’t help either. It was like he felt your hold body moving… similar to a way he used to feel it.

It all makes him realize now how he hasn’t gotten the courage to look at you directly in the longest. God, he forgot how pretty you are. How lovely it was to hold you. Even if it was to escape death.

Your eyes are so big as you hold on tightly to his arms, you’re still shaken up. Trying to paddle your feet like you’ve seen on tv and in videos in the past. It’s adorable.

He didn’t dare look any longer, but part of him wondered if you were looking at him the same way. And you were. Specifically, the way you could see every line and ripple of his abdomen with his button up now glued to his body. As you let your eyes trail just a bit more form his arms, you noticed how magnified his chest looked, how his nipples were just as pert as yours.

It all made you feel something warm down below and it made something inside him twitch, but this wasn’t the time. He had been feeling so many things since he returned that he didn’t even know which ones to act upon first, so he reverted back to saying nothing, or at least nothing that had to do with how he really felt, how he really felt about you that is.

In the end, “You better hope I can make one of those shits run or we’re fucked,” was all he decided to say.

He moves your hands onto the back sides of his waist and he starts to swim. Your legs are off to the sides and he tells you to kick as he is and hold on tight as he swims you both to the middle boathouse, the one with the blood.

You hold onto the ledge as you finally arrive, allowing Daryl to go in first, checking for walkers at each boat. He does the side ones first. No one is there. Finally, he goes to the middle house: out of all of them, it’s the biggest wreck. The place is filled with pictures, Polaroids, scattered all over the place. It’s of the Saviors. And there’s all kinds of guns scattered on the floor, but he can’t help but to stare at the faces. He knew some of those faces.

You call his name, but he doesn’t respond. “What was in the other two?” You yell for him again, but nothing. You decide to go in the middle one as well, your eyes are amazed by the mess of guns on the floor. There were even ones still hooked up to the wall. There were knives and daggers too. Even glass cases with various bullets, you wondered what they did. Was this the emergency weapons stash? Had you reached it before a Savior could? “Why aren’t you picking this stuff up?” You look up at him impatiently, shaking your head and huffing, you’ll do it yourself you guess.

Daryl continues to look around, picking up a frame. The only framed picture in the boat. It was cracked on the ground: A Polaroid of Negan.

He takes the picture out of the broken glass to look at it closer. As if this wasn’t already the attitude of much of the Saviors, whoever lived and protected this place must have worshiped him. Negan stood proudly in it, his bat on the side of his shoulders, a big rifle strapped around his back on the other. His hair and beard was all black, and that notorious, all encompassing grin plastered his face from ear to ear. Daryl turned the picture over: the words, ‘Negan — The First Savior. My Savior,’ was written on the back.

It fired him up. It made him think of the dark, of that cell, of the food that probably wasn’t even food, when he was kicked and jumped by those Saviors in the parking lot, and that damn song— the saccharine melody would live on in his brain like a siren. There would never be silence inside him again. In fact, there never was. It was only louder now. So loud and so angry he feels it in his throat, traveling to his tongue, beneath his eyes, as he can no longer keep it in anymore; but he tries, and tries, and tries, quietly holding everything in while you keep collecting weapons, putting them in bags you find. The picture crumples in his closing hand, his fist turning red as he grips tightly, ruining the shining paper.

He slides down against the boat wall, sitting on the ground biting his tongue, stopping the feelings until you're done; until you two can leave and he can do what he needs to do. It’ll be without you, without Rick, without anyone. This needs to be done. He’ll do it.

“Daryl,” you call out, not facing him, collecting the bags. “I think I counted 32, but it could be 40… I think there’s smaller ones by the wheel and I didn’t even get the swords yet. If there's about the same number on the other two, there could be maybe over 100 new weapons,” you gasp with disbelief. “Were the other two like this?“

You we’re relieved, you knew it was a dumb plan, but you came out of it with a win; it was worth it. “Daryl, come on-” you turn to him now, “oh.”

You almost couldn’t see his eyes with how much more narrow he made them, they were practically closed and his face was down. You wondered if this was the moment you would first see him cry: his lip quivered, his face was as red as his fists, and he wouldn’t look in your direction, his head was basically to the wall as you started to walk to him.

Your movements are slow as you kneel down to the corner in which he sat. You place fingers along his jaw until your whole hand wraps around the area. Your strokes are gentle, feeling the bristles of his beard on your palm. He had been so angry since he returned, hell bent on war and death, but you remembered… he must have also been so sad, so depressed too. Poor boy, you thought. Poor boy, you forgot; in some ways, he still was just a boy.

You turn his cheek to face you, but his eyes don’t dare meet yours as a few tears start rolling out. Your own emerge too. It’s heartbreaking to see him like this.

You put your forehead to his, your nose rubbing against his own, “I’m so sorry,” you whisper.

You come even closer. Your lips lightly touch his, you’re tentative at first, not knowing if it was right, but then you feel his brush against yours just as light. You decide to move in, your lips parting his own as you kiss him.

Your tongue goes into his mouth, your hand raising his chin, you’re so delicate. He holds your shoulder, you lean into his bent body and your other hand slides against his chest. You’re both still wet and cold, but his heart beats warmly.

His head leans up against the wall as you push yourself further onto his lips. You hold his shoulders and he allows you to slide him down.

You look up at him, your hands on his shirt. This is not how you expected today to go. “Is this okay?” You ask softly. His nod is just as soft, you almost don’t see it, but his hands are lightly on top of your own as you unbutton his shirt, he lets you. It’s okay.

He’s unbuckling his belt now, pushing his pants down and your top goes over your head. He starts to unbutton your own jeans. It’s quiet except for your breaths, and the clinking of belts, and the undoing of zippers.

You pull him out a little more from the corner so you can straddle him. You start grinding your hips down into him and he pushes into your clit with his finger, circling it. The bit of warmness you felt below before is now almost pooling out instantly from just the littlest touches. Your back arches, you haven’t felt him in so, so long. You gasp and it accidentally turns into a moan. You’re so needy for it, but you remember: you want to help him.

Your hands move down to his stomach, your lips kiss his neck as your hands travels up to his chest and then back down, you start kissing him everywhere there as you do so, breathing him in, it makes him fidgety, little gruff sounds irruption from his throat, he’s trying to keep it in. Then you got even lower: you kiss down his cock until you’re at the tip. You lick at the pre-cum there. You put just a little bit of him inside your mouth, sucking, stroking the rest of it. His exhale comes out as a shaky gasp, he whimpers slightly.

Finally, you move back up and line yourself up with him, sinking down slowly as you look him in the eyes. You can’t help it, you start to ride him immediately thereafter. The stretch feels so good and so big and full as if you’ve never felt him before. Your moan is light and airy, you missed him. And he groans, “-ugh, fuck” and moans, “uh- mm- argh,” right after you do so. He missed you. You know that now, it makes you smile.

You lean up against him slightly. His mouth parted and you speak into it, your breast brushing against him as you rolled onto him, your stomached touching a bit. “I’ve got you,” you pant into his mouth, he’s panting too, “always.”

He holds onto your hips as you go faster, you’re holding onto his shoulders. “Does it feel good?” You kiss him right after you ask, his tongue going to the top of your mouth, sliding in wet and deliciously, it’s everything you’ve waited for. He hums into you as a response. You feel his dick twitch as your pussy grips on him tighter.

You feel like you both could be close until he starts kissing you more fiercely. His tongue only slipping in slightly as he pecks your lips, he bites down slightly, then kissing you deeply again. Then he turns you over. You’re under him now. His hands go right by your ears, flat on the ground and he thrusts into you. Hard. It almost hurts, you can’t lie. He’s grunting, short and quick, but his rasp, and his hair flying as he quickens the pace, and the fact that pain is slowly turning into pleasure… you’re fine with it. If this is what he needs, you’re fine with it.

His next grunt is almost a yell, it’s like a battle cry. He’s angry and you know it. You hold onto his flex arms tenderly, caressing him, silently telling him you’re there, but you allow him to continue.

His movements are faster now. More irate. His body comes closer to yours, but his movements do not stop their force. His thrusts feels like poundings, you feel like the floor is moving, maybe the boat is rocking, the bags jump with it.

He looks at your screwed shut eyes as one of his hands comes to touch your chest. Trailing your breast, then to the bottom of your stomach, staying there, pressing down, feeling himself inside of you has he shoves himself up and in, he’s deep, so deep. “Mmm,” You’re whining now, “-uuh.” It makes his eyes lighten, he’s humming, low and gruff and continuous, stuttering into you, eyes open waiting to see you come so then he can. It’s right there for him, but he wants to see you, he needs it.

Your moan mixes into a whine, “Daryl please,” you beg, “Daryl please- it’s- it’s too much, it hurts,” it makes him go even faster, and he can’t help himself as he comes in you first, sighing as he does so, but it’s exactly what you need to come undone yourself.

You grab the back of his neck, holding it close to you as you squeeze your arms around him and he does the same to your waist.

You both try to calm your breaths, “Never leave me again,” you say into his ear, breathing roughly. “Please.”

“Never.” He looks at you right in the eye when repeats it, “Never.” He wipes the tears from your face as you both nod, affirming a new promise to each other. “We’ll win. Together.”

After laying for a few moments, just looking at each other, he goes to the bathroom to find a washcloth, warming it with water, helping you clean up. He takes your hand so you can start doing it yourself and he kisses your forehead before he starts to get dressed. “I’ll be back.”

Soon enough, you hear the engine in the front start to rev up. He got it to work.

“You can drive a boat?”

“Gonna learn.” He turns to you, pulling you in front resting your hands on the wheel while he stands behind, his arms over your own. “We both are.”

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[edith-is-a-cat]

Who would you take on Vacation? (Twst)

This was something I typed up in discord and broke the character limit Two types of vacation: Chilling - just a vacation where you aren't really bouncing around and mostly going places like hot springs, places chill like that. Mainly on vacay to chill and vibe Experiencing - BOUNCING AROUND PLACE TO PLACES, COME ON LETS GO its the asscrack of dawn You do things like have a big plan and you gotta stick to that plan (but yes rest is built in)

The people I would take on a chill vacay and why - Idia - He will not be waking anyone up early, in fact I bet he would be fussy if anyone woke him up before 10 or 11. He would be down to chill places and just play or his phone/switch/ect. (He might also be fine with being payer for the trip) Ortho - Ortho has access to google and a database that probably bigger than the sun at all times. He would be the best for finding places to chill out. Cater - HE WOULD KNOW EVER NEAT LITTLE SPOT. He'll probably also be a sleeper but he will just be able to turn a corner and point out the best restaurant or cafe ever (xoxo to social media) Jamil - STRAPPING THIS POOR MAN TO A BED AND MAKING HIM SLEEP-- he needs to be here he needs rest. Silver - Plan: laying him over Jamil so they both sleep. Riddle - Needs and entire break from his dorm and mother.. No Riddle you will not be calling her every night in fact I will be taking your phone away at night, now do you want a strawberry tart? heard there is a lovely bakery just down the street from the hotel Ruggie - LAY DOWN YOU AIN'T GOING TO BE REPAYING ANYONE RUGGIE YOU GONNA BE CHILLING ISTG Epel - There will be no Vil or Rook to tell you what to wear or do now you can lay back and take a nap (he will just die if we find any place to cuddle cows) Leona - He will love this he will be sleeping everywhere and anywhere (add him to the Jamil pile)

Experiencing - Trey - Well planned and keeping the next two in line Ace - He will complain about be woken up at seven but he will be so happy when we go to an interactive museum (He's running around with Deuce like two little kids) Deuce - Will not complain about be woken up early he is actually VERY excited Kalim - Bouncing off the walls (he loves new experiences) Though we may have to put him with relaxing with Jamil (poor Jamil he will never escape him) Octrio - Azul Is basically here to keep the tweels on a leash and you can not tell me he is the best person to haggle for prices. The tweels are just excited to be on vacay especially Floyd he wants to see EVERYTHING but will complain about being woken up at 7 Vil - HE IS OUR MAIN PLANNER HE KNOWS EVERYTHING AND WILL BE TAKING PICTURES EVERYWHERE Rook - Vil's camera man, when he gets back to NRC he will write an essay about how beautiful this experience was Malleus - Absolutely loving experiencing new things (he is sad he keeps spooking everyone he walks by) Lilia - He Is a bouncer he is very excited to see everything and he is able to keep up Jack - Watching over all the other freshman and enjoying his time Sebek - If Malleus weren't here he would be paying attention the the tours but sadly Malleus is so guess who is worrying every two seconds. (Where is grim? HES ON ALL VACATIONS BC HES MY SON)

#twst #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #silver twst #sebek zigvolt #silly little bear chatters :] #THAT WAS A LOT

[ticklishraspberries]

Oh honey ):

About your post of feeling unwanted… Feelings are very personal, so it’s ok to feel sad about all of it.

Yet, I don’t think you’re unwanted? Especially your writing skills are killer! I wouldn’t say you’re unwanted.

You’re niche-y.

If you want to write and feel inspired by a certain fandom? Write. Write for yourself and write for the niche. Try not to care about anyone else than yourself AND fans of that niche fandom. So what?! Followers might be surprised, what you write about. But let me tell you something: fans of your writing skills will read your stuff. I read a lot of tickle stories and some times? I have absolutely no clue about the fandom I jumped into. If the writing style is like yours? Like… you’re one of my favorite writers here, so, it doesn’t matter where we are. Niche-y things are a little harder, might need a little more details to get into the story, so more to indulge - known or unknown.

Fans of the same niche will be delighted to read your stuff. Fans of your writing style might enjoy your stories as well… definitely.

I, personally, wrote a romantic onward tickle fic because Barley Lightfood was no where to find in the romantic ticklish story universe. The fandom around Onward might not be so niche-y, yet, there was no romantic Barley content with tickles… I needed to write it. I felt the urge to indulge it. So glad I did.

Fans of those niche-y fandoms will find your stuff eventually. And they will celebrate it - but sometimes it needs time. Time for finding. Time for reading. Also the bravery to share the love about it openly - some are fans of those writings but might have trouble with reblogging (doesn’t fit their tumblr vibe because they feel restricted to their bubble) - that’s another sad side of the story and a sad one in the same extend as yours. Because people feel limited and restricted all the time - I was kinda bad myself with reblogs - but it’s tumblr. It should be a corner of the internet where we can celebrate and share and feel free and indulge different things. Like and heart and share anything (as long as no one is harmed!) and be just ourselfves. Giggly messes indulging things that make us blush and giggle.

Your stories are part of that last bit, for sure. Again. Your writing skills are killer. You are a wonderful person and your stories are astonishing. Create and write for what ever fandom that tickles your fancy! Cheesy, I know. Couldn’t resist. 😏

Have a good one.

Eve

thank you, this is very sweet and encouraging!! it is like 1am and i don't know what else to say other than thank you, i've been sitting on this ask for a bit and i really think you said it all, i don't have anything else to add?? i like that i have niche fandoms, and i love that my fics can make anyone feel happy. thanks again eve ur very sweet xoxo

#ask #fluffandgiggles

[hushroomloser]

Chris Evans Short Story Part 8

Part 8 

Pairing: ReaderxChrisEvans 

Request: Meeeee 

Prompt: “I’m sorry I thought you were somebody else”

Warning(s): I’m a first-time writer

Word count: 586

A/N: Hey online strangers, I wrote the first part a while back and have the rest of the story in my drive but have never posted it. This story I wrote way back in 2019 :'(. I will be posting at random times if you stay and read it thank you so much. Enjoy xoxox - I have no idea how many parts this story and technically I haven’t an ending yet. 

The dreaded block has come and taken me. That and university seems to enjoy giving me some solid sucker-punches every few days. Alas like life I might have given up on this story and writing it altogether. I do not know who’s enjoying this mess of a story. Lol, anywho I will update once again in a blue moon and edit all of the parts to make them more coherent. Especially now that AI can write cry ... my unattainable dreams

Xoxo 

From a tired girly 

White, red and purple consumed the cafeteria, filled with residents, doctors and other health professionals. Rush hour had yet to peak, and yet it was slowly starting to fill up. 

Maybe we shouldn’t have coffee here, he thought. 

Chris roamed around the hospital to find the best spot to grab a quick drink. Unfamiliar with the place he had gotten lost a few times, asking strangers to the nearest exit every time. 

“Hey, you’re that guy right.” 

Dreading it, he hadn’t been recognized yet, mostly because everyone seemed busy. He did not mind taking a picture and talking with a fan but he did not want to be late for his date, especially since he hadn’t found a place to take her yet. He turned around, looking at the person who had called him. 

“Hi, I think so.” 

In his shyness, he managed to smile at the tall stranger wearing a lab coat. He took a quick glance at the name embroidered on his coat, the name was Doctor Gagnon. 

“Are you looking for Lizzy, uhm Dr. Kelley by any chance?” Frowning his brows, he wondered how he knew this specific doctor. A little sad that maybe hospital gossip had been playing a major role in his interaction. 

His anxiety had been slowly elevated when the stranger seemed to recognize the emotion on his face, feeling his uneasiness towards him he quickly said “I am her finance, if that helps, do not worry she hasn’t told anyone. I just know because she texted me about the girl that hit you at the coffee shop.” he giggled thinking about her hitting the Captain. 

Chris did not know why he would giggle or if it was an inside joke or anything he was just surprised at how this stranger, this doctor had been so nonchalant about who he was. He had been used to people being starstruck, especially after playing Captain America. 

He paused and looked at him, he was beautiful even for a straight man the guy he was staring at was a very beautiful man, the movies did not do him justice he thought. 

“Do not worry”, he laughed 

“I won’t tell anyone that I saw the Chris Evans''

“What are you looking for?” the gentle giant asked. He wondered if people got scared of him because of his demeanour and his height. He was a very imposing and confident man compared to him, 

Chris did not know what to think, the giant seemed so nice. “Uhmm thank you, I was just looking for a private coffee shop in this honestly big hospital. “ he started to ramble, ·” How is this soooo big but looks soo small I feel like I am in a maze”, he told the stranger, he felt at ease for some reason telling him of his struggles. The strangers giggled and said, “Yeah I am still confused about it and I have been here for like 5 years it is a very strange place.” 

“The coffee shop next to the parking lot at the end of the hallway should be private enough if you are bringing her there.” he smiled. 

Chris wondered how he knew but he guessed that they were all friends. Chris smiled back, shyly not knowing what to say. 

‘Thank you”, he said shyly, he was truly embarrassed that someone had figured out what he wanted to do. He did not know what to say or add he just stared at the stranger, a very handsome stranger to boot.

….. 

#chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #short story #fanfic #writing #chris evans #creative writing

[marcos-scorpion]

One Day - Felipe Drugovich x Reader

erm,, surprise ! my housemate gave me a lil writing challenge to try and get over my writers block, and this is the result ! it was meant to be a lil 500 words or less hurt comfort drabble but ended up just over 800 words (sorry aves i tried lmao). i actually quite like this, despite writing it super quickly while pulling an all nighter because we have people coming to view our house. hope you enjoy,, request are open !!

also,, this is not hate to Aston Martin or Lance Stroll at all, i just thought this would be cute ! lemme know if you enjoyed

editing a few hours later to add- i am not angry with lance stroll. i actually really like lance stroll, and i’m glad he is well enough to race. this quite literally an x reader fanfic. it is not real. felipe will get his chance. i was just trying to break my writers block, and i had been explaining to my housemate the whole reserve driver thing so this is what i came up with. can people pls stop sending me angry anon messages now ? thanks

xoxo,

mothie

warnings- sad felipe, mentions of a broken wrist (lance stroll)

wc- 832

——

He had been so sure this was it. That this was his chance to show the world what he was capable of, that he was deserving of a full-time F1 seat, and that he deserved it soon. 

Aston Martin had told him very little in the days after pre-season testing in Bahrain. There had been a few compliments, plenty of small complaints. He had taken it all on board graciously. He knew that Lance had done some nasty damage in his cycling accident, leading to metal screws being used to hold the bones in his wrist together. He was hopeful, the fans were hopeful, hell even the reporters were hopeful that Felipe was going to make his official F1 race debut this weekend. 

He had spent days pacing around his hotel room as his girlfriend watched anxiously from the bed, desperately checking his phone at every small notification, even reaching for his phone when his girlfriend’s chimed and not his. The rumours surrounding Sebastian Vettel replacing Stroll for the weekend had been his first hurdle, but watching the fans rally for him was comforting, and he got a slight relief when they announced that, should they need a reserve driver, the seat would go to the F2 Champion. 

On the Thursday, the day before the first Grand Prix weekend of the 2023 season would fully begin, Felipe was still hopeful. His grin had been bright as he left his hotel room, a cheery goodbye to his barely-awake girlfriend as he left for a team meeting. The girl sprawled across the bed was less sure than her boyfriend, an uncomfortable pit was settled in her stomach as she began her day. 

Her fears were confirmed less than an hour after Felipe had left for his meeting as a notification lit up her phone. Aston Martin had posted on Instagram. Opening the post, it confirmed that Lance, despite his broken wrist, would be racing this weekend. Heart sinking at the thought of the loss of Felipe’s smile, she prayed that he had at least been told by the team, and hadn't had the misfortune of learning through a meagre Instagram post. 

Waiting for him to return to the hotel room did nothing to calm the girl down. Her sadness over what this could have meant for Felipe had been replaced by anger. How dare Aston Martin not let Felipe know sooner, gave him a chance to take in the information before they posted about it. Despite not being a professional in anything vaguely related to Formula One, even she thought it was stupid letting a man with a freshly broken wrist drive a brand-new F1 car he hadn’t had a chance to test, while they had Felipe raring to go, having driven the car in testing. Of course, she knew it was rightfully Lance’s place to drive, but surely it was best to make sure he healed fully and properly, to ensure he could race for as much as the season as possible, even if he would be upset to miss the season opener. 

The anger was still bubbling in her chest as she continued her morning routine, waiting for the familiar click of the hotel door that would tell her Felipe was back. She didn’t know where to direct her anger. There was no real place for it. It obviously isn’t Felipe’s fault, or Lance’s, but it isn’t also Aston Martin’s fault for wanting their full time driver lineup ready to go for the first race. Scrubbing harder at her face, she knew she needed to calm down. Felipe was going to return disappointed, and she would need to be there for him. 

Settling back onto the bed once she was a little more calm, her heartbeat skipped a little at the buzz of a keycard being swiped in the hotel room’s lock. His head was down as he walked in, floppy hair messy and hanging over his eyes. 

“Querido,” she began, her features softening as he met her eyes, “Come here my love.” 

Offering him a sad smile, she opened her arms as he dropped onto the bed. Pressing his face into the crook of her neck, he took a deep breath. Gently, she slipped a hand against his jaw, encouraging him to look at her. 

“One day, baby, you’ll be there. You’ve come so far, and you are going to go so much further. I can’t pretend to understand their logic, but one day, you’ll get your chance. And then they will all realise you are as amazing as I have always known. Just don’t forget me when you’re up on that podium.” 

He let out a gentle chuckle, pressing his forehead against hers. A quiet ‘thank you, baby’ slipped from between his lips before they met hers. She knew he would be ok, and she knew that one day, her Felipe would finally be seen, finally get the chance he deserved. And she would be right by his side. Always. 

#felipe drugovich #f1 #f2 #f1 x reader #f2 x reader #formula 1 #formula one #formula 2 #formula two #Felipe drugovich x reader #moth writes #drugovich

[okamirayne]

Rayne, last episode was awesome!! Just here to remind you that your work is loved by everyone! Shipps in fandom tend to have a person, yk, that internet usser that opens people's eyes and teaches them about a rarepair like its a master class. For me, you are that person. 💗💗 You've done a lot for the shikaneji community, I don't know a single person that ships them and doesn't know about you! You kinda inspired me to learn english years ago because I'd just straight up translate everything with the google translator extension 😂 It's been years since then, and now I read the btb series comfortably in its native language. And there's where I have to ask you something: To celebrate the new HHU's chapter, I'm rereading the whole BtB series. I'm currently in Requiem, but something it's been in my head making noise enough for me to come here and ask you! In Break to Breath, chapter 28, I think they're in Hanegakure and the boys did what hot traumatized boys do... However they're woken up next morning and it is said that Sikamaru tied up his hair with Neji's tie, what Neji did with his hair wasn't mentioned so I always thought that they used each other's ties from then on... Until the very end. Because during the war, Neji isn't using a hairtie, maybe he didn't want to lose it and he save it along Shikamaru's note.

It's never explicitly stated that they got their hairties back, so my favorite headcanon (having people creating headcanons over your fanfic? ur the GOAT) about BtB has allways been that Shikamaru didn't give Neji his hair tie back, and viceversa.

Like when you have a partner in real life and, well, you cannot make a public statement about being together o maybe you cannot see them everyday, so (if you have long hair) you give them your hair tie for them to use in their wrist or properly in their head.

To summarize, what are your thoughts on this? 👀

It's been a while since I last reread the series, so I don't remember this fact being brought up again, at least it wasn't ever mentioned again in Btb nor OtC. Hair ties are mentioned again, but not this. So I live in delulu and imagine them playing with the hairties when they feel lonely/sad. However if it indeed was, then I'm blind and I'm reallyyyy sorry you had to read this 😭

Again, I sincerely love you and the works put online, they're masterpieces and, knowing about the author's block you suffered these years, I hope you're not pressuring yourself on writing! I think we will always wait for you, wheter its BtB universe or your original works 💗

English it's not my first language so I'm sorry if you encouter trouble reading this! xoxo

Sweet Anon 💗💗

Please forgive me if I struggle to find the right words - always a challenge when I am hit so hard by the mega-feels that I'm reduced to a puddle of pure emotion...

There is so much I am thankful for in your beautiful message. The reassurance and kindness of welcoming me back onto the writing stage after such a crippling absence. The sweetness of your incredibly high praise and regard for my work, and the intense combination of humbleness and amazement, learning that you came into the BtB story via Google Translator and took a chance on a fic not in your native language. THANK YOU, for giving my mad story that opportunity, time, investment, and love. I am so touched that the fic gave you traction regarding learning English and that you can enjoy the fic in his native language. Thank you for crossing that language barrier to read my work...again, I'll never not be humbled by that...💗

Thank You for Every Single Word of Kindness and for the monumental love and support your message has contained. I'm so, so touched and so very thankful 💜❤️‍🩹🙏🏼

To celebrate the new HHU's chapter, I'm rereading the whole BtB series.

Aww! I sincerely hope you enjoy the ride once again, sweetie. 🙏🏼

Regarding your question about the hair ties!

[...]...and it is said that Sikamaru tied up his hair with Neji's tie, what Neji did with his hair wasn't mentioned so I always thought that they used each other's ties from then on... Until the very end. Because during the war, Neji isn't using a hairtie, maybe he didn't want to lose it and he save it along Shikamaru's note. [..] It's never explicitly stated that they got their hairties back, so my favorite headcanon (having people creating headcanons over your fanfic? ur the GOAT) about BtB has allways been that Shikamaru didn't give Neji his hair tie back, and viceversa.

Oh I do love where your headcanon has gone.

To summarize, what are your thoughts on this?

I can confidently say, it's a yes. Insofar as Neji allowing Shikamaru to keep his tie when Shikamaru's goes pinging off into the bowels of whatever place they're ravaging each other in...although, I won't lie and say there aren't a few instances where one or the other fight over the last hair tie...

Of course, said fight for the almighty hair tie is always instigated by Shikamaru absolutely refusing to be caught with his hair down, whereas Neji doesn't particularly care, unless he needs it tied back for practical reasons, in which case...may the best genius win. Good luck. 😂

So I live in delulu and imagine them playing with the hairties when they feel lonely/sad. However if it indeed was, then I'm blind and I'm reallyyyy sorry you had to read this 😭

OMG don't apologise! I loved reading this 💗. I'm so happy your mind plays in the BtB madness and again, there's truth to the hair tie sharing (Neji doing the sharing lol and Shikamaru the stealing)

Again, I sincerely love you and the works put online, they're masterpieces and, knowing about the author's block you suffered these years, I hope you're not pressuring yourself on writing! I think we will always wait for you, wheter its BtB universe or your original works 💗

I love and appreciate you in return, dear Anon. BtB would not have happened - would not STILL be happening, if not for the kindness of readers reaching out to share their thoughts, feelings, feedback etc. on the work. You make it possible for me to do it. And for all the words I could ever hope to possess, none of them will ever adequately describe or encompass the enormity of the gratitude, joy, healing, and love I feel hearing from you. 🥰

I honest to gods have no words when it comes to my Original Works and your interest in them...I am just an utterly melted heart, spilling all over the floor of emotion at this point....and I thank you for that beautiful mess and the peace, joy, inspiration, motivation, and reassurance it grants me...bless you, sweetheart. 🫶🏼

Thank you also for your compassion towards my burnout and for the reminder to not pressure myself. Coming with so much sincere love and support, it soothes that awful workaholic and over-thinking streak that has my brain on non-stop and constant insomniac spin. The simultaneous stillness and sky-high floaty feeling I get from your message is a beautiful little cocktail that chills me the hell out when I need it most...and I needed it today, whilst eyeing Chapter 9. 😉😅

English it's not my first language so I'm sorry if you encouter trouble reading this! xoxo

Holy heck, are you kidding me? *bows down in respect* If I tried to write in another language, I would butcher it so hard there'd be no recovering at all. You are fluent, my lovely - coherent and awesome. The only trouble I encountered reading your message was trying to keep my heart from detonating in my chest from the overload of feelings. 💜💜 I thank you for that. It beats the hella insane nerves that eat at me as I return to writing. There's so much heart and healing to be found in this message that I'm sincerely at a loss now....thank you, so, so much.

Huge, HUGE love coming at you from all sides, sweetheart. 🥰

#i'm not crying you are #thank you sweet anon #btb reader kindness #ugh my heart #btb readers #awesome readers are awesome #love and appreciate my readers so damn much #the feels #so much love #btb ask #Shikamaru neji ask #hair tie ask #btb verse ask #anon btb ask

[deadlysoupy]

Hiiiii Soupster, saw the silly character thing : )

Bumblebee - 3, 12

Starscream - 2, 25

& 20 for both hehe xoxo

HIII YIPPEE THANK YOU!!!!! (double thank yous bc i get to obnoxiously destroy this post with so many words)

Bumblebee

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

oooh some people may not like this answer because yikes but i straight-up hate how muteness becomes his character trait. Prime is the most guilty of this, the Bumblebee movie takes second place. in Prime, he can still talk and most bots and even humans can understand him - so what's the point?? if you only have this as a clutch for a character and personality, then i'm sorry, but it comes off as shallow. he's supposed to look like a child soldier burdened by war, but it's not a personality: beyond that, he's sometimes a kid, sometimes arrogant, and sometimes badass. add "being mute" and "disabled", and it becomes really weird. why can't he use other methods of communicating? i don't know and it actually makes me frustrated

same thing with the Bumblebee movie. he doesn't have any personality except "cute", "childish" and "mute". it is a bit better because he expresses himself through his actions and body language rather than a language everyone knows, but at the end of the day his traits are very shallow. and i am very sad and bitter about this

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

hehe too many 🥰🥰 no not actually too many i'm rather bad at headcanons, so mostly for TFE

he's a "medic" to the Terrans, has first-aid training and helps them if they get hurt, but anything serious he's unable to treat

body dysmorphia, because look at him in ep 12 and tell me he doesn't have any opinion on JB's comment, i dare you

he wasn't sparked (forged??) during the war and he had some time to live on a normal Cybertron before it all went caput

and there aren't any particular ages in cybertronian biology to track of, so i can very hardly ever call him a child soldier, but he does fit the boxes so... shrugs (there's an overdue post from me which analyses the times he did show he was a "child" during war, but i ditched it in early stages because i would grasp at straws a lot and there isn't enough evidence. still a fun thought)

Starscream

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

I LOVE THAT HE'S A SCIENTIST i can't help it. i always believe that every character has to have a hobby (i guess relatively racing counts for Bee since he does enjoy it), and in other continuities i don't see Starscream having anything to do other than to scheme and backstab, so i absolutely adore whenever in G1 (which is only two times i believe BUT STILL) he does science. it would make sense! he's smart! he has to do SOMETHING before the war starts. absolute chad

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

OH MY GOD LMAO i didn't think of him much when i first watched Animated in, like, 2022, but then, when i came back into tf-watching, after TFE i went for a hunt on other tf-related media. Starscream didn't entice my interest much except in Prime and Animated, but then, silly me, i learned of the comics, specifically RID and TAAO. there was no coming back from that one LMAO i really liked him in the comics and for a long time i had felt like it was one of the only truest characterisations of him

besides the meta stuff, i used to think he was just evil and selfish and i didn't care much for him, but i've grown since then lmao and i have an eye out for anti-heroes and villains now (i did used to think it was black and white, tf changes people istg). now he's a blorbo i constantly pick at but surprisingly have never written a centered piece yet. i should. he's fun. i think i just don't like writing characters with depression (sorry)

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

I MEAN. STARBEE RIGHT. YEAH? okay. (they're two halves of the same coin and Bumblebee always tries to peel back Starscream's layers while he's afraid of letting others know the real him and in turn Starscream lets Bumblebee be angry and snarky when he wasn't allowed to in the past DO YOU UNDERSTAND-)

but also i think Bumblebee's friendship with Hot Rod/Rodimus from any universe is really nice, i feel like they have this cute bond of being young and reckless sometimes. i wish idw didn't do them so dirty with their competitiveness or whatever thing they had. they really seemed to get along in Cyberverse. ALSO of COURSE his friendship/brotherhood with Breakdown in TFE, because they're so touchy and affectionate with each other it makes me wonder a lot about their past together and what exactly tore them apart considering they were so close. ghaaa the horrors of war!!!! its the oldest trick in the book and it gets me every time

for Starscream - absolutely Skyfire/Jetfire (i like the Skyfire name more and i don't know why). G1 is so big-brained with how they treated these two. if they are a couple - i absolutely adore it and i don't usually mind when they're paired together instead of starbee, because i can see it too. they have great chemistry (lmao that's a science joke) and i'd love to see more of them in other media. just get him away from Megatron plz

#god this took a LONG time to write lmao #at least my classes are good for something #thanks for asking ryan!!!! ily <3 #asks

[castlesbyrs]

This is why people on tumblr shouldn't watch adult shows like succession - it's getting rave reviews for it's finale season, some of the best of the series. The consensus is that they are blowing tv out of the water... but you guys are sad and criticising the writing because you fictional ship doesn't kiss?? It feels like you watch a completely different show to the rest of the world? It's so far removed from the shows reality.

Lol ok anon. ‘Tumblr people’, where are you coming from, then?

And since you enjoy adult shows so much then enlighten me, a teenager, a youngster, guide me through the light.

Here’s my take AND HEY think whatever the fuck you want, I literally don’t care, I don’t come at ppl for what they think. That, I think, is childish. Anyway.

I don’t like this seasons writing. I have praised them until episode three and that has nothing to do with my ship, if the show is good, is good, period.

The show has always been good regardless of whatever is going on with the ship and I’ve always enjoyed regardless of tomgreg. The fact I think the writing in general is all over the place is related to my ship, yes, but it is not exclusive to them. My main problem rn with the show is that I feel it’s getting repetitive and boring. The shiv pregnancy plotline is weak, and I’m not talking about my ship, most ppl have agreed with the fact it’s a regression for the character and I have felt it hasn’t been well handled since.

Lots of plots are staying open and don’t seem like they will get closure, the tone is off, some of the characters are off and I can’t help feeling that I’m getting more and more and more… of the same.

For example, I didn’t like the ending of this episode with Ken on the water. I feel like I’ve seen it many times before on the show. In fact, I’ve seen it many times on the show.

So no, darling, it’s not just about my ship, and even if it was, it’s MY take on the show. I’m not a critic, I’m not an expert. A lot of people seem to be enjoying the show now just for the t*mshiv dynamics, why can’t I enjoy them for the tomgreg? I’m trying to enjoy everything else, in fact I enjoy LOTS of other things that I post about, but I’m not enjoying that plotline and it’s one of the show’s main plot lines right now so we can all agree it will have an impact on how I enjoy the show.

Im not up for hate and tg shippers seem to be getting a lot these last few days and honestly it’s so stupid, like I don’t enjoy people who post about t*mshiv and I just unfollow them and that’s it, why make fun of them? Send them hate? Why do that about an adult show? Ugh.

And just for the record: I don’t want them to kiss anon. In fact, I would kind of hate it. I want them to be WEIRD together because to me it’s the funniest thing about the show and oh how has it been lacking lately. They are a joy to watch for me.

It’s my blog and if you don’t like, block the tag or block me. Spare the hate.

Xoxo.

#tomgreg #oh I’m having fun with this

[not-poignant]

I really hope Ash doesn't end up feeling towards humans the way Augus does 🥺 What makes him my favourite character is is capacity to love and accept anyone no matter their species. It would be a shame for him to lose that part of himself. I understand he has to eat humans and detach himself from them in order to do that but I pray he doesn't become completely cold towards them. But of course he's your character Pia so I'll accept whatever choices you make regarding him xoxo

I mean, you'll never see most of those changes because they're all purely theoretical at the moment. I don't plan on writing anything past The Ice Plague.

More thoughts about Ash under the Read More.

The thing is, Ash was the perfect exaggerated example of someone who keeps everyone happy except for himself.

He sublimated his own personality, his own wants and needs, and hurt himself and tortured himself in order to accept everyone.

He's literally the sign that doing this is actually really kind of unhealthy for you, even if everyone else wins.

Ash will always be extremely body positive, and body accepting. Augus is too! Fat fae, thin fae, ugly fae, beautiful fae, you name it, they love it, and support it. This is never going to change. On a physical/aesthetic level, they can accept all fae, all species of fae.

But Ash directly harms himself by accepting and loving all humans. The whole arc of his character and story is that this is bad for him, and actually bad for everyone to do. The Raven Prince finds him so disgusting because he's like 'you'll literally destroy yourself for humans. Why won't you respect who you are as a fae?'

It's good and healthy for him to lose that part of himself. If he one day sees his prey as prey, then that's... appropriate, and healthier than the complexity of him making random one-off companions all the time, never seeing these people again, and having sex with them because he's literally starving himself and in a constant state of starvation.

His 'niceness' hid an extremely feral eating disorder, self-rejection, self-hatred, and an inability to accept himself. He gave everyone else what he refused to give himself, and the Glashtyn suffered for it, and he suffered for it too.

Ash is like... the ultimate People Pleaser. He's just a recovering one now.

He'll always enjoy accepting fae where they're at, and making them happy, but that's not all he is. And it's the reason Augus was so disapproving of it, and also the Raven Prince, and also Mosk. Anyone who got to know Ash better was like 'oh shit.'

Ash's arc in the canon universe is to literally start to respect himself more than he respects the food he eats. To love himself just a little bit more than the food he eats.

That might be off-putting to you, or something that saddens you, or something that you don't like about him, but imho to me that's a really powerful message, especially for chronic People Pleasers. Imho, the whole Unseelie arc and the reason I was largely writing about Unseelie characters was to highlight the ugly humanity in them, and then be like 'they still deserve love, and comfort, and to keep growing, and to keep being comforted actually, no matter what.'

And that's especially true for Ash, who is the least connected to his Unseelie self out of all of them.

Ash still accepts all the fae he meets. But yeah, his relationship to food has changed, because his relationship to himself has changed. I think he's sad about it sometimes, and still wishes he didn't have to eat humans sometimes, but...he does.

#asks and answers #ash glashtyn #fae tales verse #the ice plague #ash has stunted his life and growth for 3000 years #and he's suffered for it #i mostly just want to make that suffering easier for him to bear #but it's a rough road for him #accepting his unseelie self is for him #as difficult as it was for gwyn to accept his unseelie self #they both rejected it at a fundamental level #and they both paid a very high price for that #ash is literally a recovering people pleaser now sdlkfsad

[gb-patch]

Hello! First off thank you so much for creating beautiful games for people to enjoy! I really love the ideas and characters you have come up with and I admire the level of professionalism you maintain when interacting with your fans or working on your games :) I was curious, I just thought of a kind of silly question: which of your characters do you think you would get along the most in real life? And who would you find the hardest to vibe with?

Aw, thank you for the kind words ^^.

I would say the character I'd get along most with is Nurse Lynn from XOXO Droplets! He and I have similar dispositions and lifestyles so we could hang- on the rare occasions we weren't too busy working, haha. And if they weren't such jerks who refused to make friends, Jeremy, Pran, and Nate would likely be up there for me as well.

The most obvious answer of who I couldn't get along with would be The Guide from Lake of Voices. If you play the game, you'll know why.

But for more normal situations of regular people just not being good matches, I would get along poorly with January from A Foretold Affair, Lucas from XOXO Droplets, Lu from Lake of Voices, and, yes, even Cove in Our Life. They all have core traits in common which I clearly enjoy writing about in a story but would make me someone incompatible with them in real life; they're lonely, varying degrees of clingy, truly want affection and someone who expresses it, and it'll really hurt their feelings if someone they like doesn't seem to care/be trying. Just like my good friend Lynn, I'm terribly unsocial and spend a majority of my time working on my own personal passions. I don't want to hurt their feelings but I'm certain if they cared for me I'd simply make them sad, and that'd make me sad, and it'd be a bad time all around. I'm really glad there are players out there who'd be happy to give them the affection/attention they deserve!

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[scullymurphy]

I adore your writing and your work brings people immeasurable joy! Thank you for sharing your talent with the community. Can you share your binding policy for personal binds? Thank you!

Aww, thank you so much! I love hearing that people enjoy my work and that it makes them happy. And thank you for asking about my binding policy. Binding has been such a hot button issue in our community of late, and it's so sad that a few greedy folks are causing authors to take down their works and feel as if they have to leave fandom. I hate to see it, and fandom, go this way. For my own works, I do support the creation of personal binds, as long as no monetary gain comes from their creation. I worded it much better in my AO3 profile, where I keep a lot of my permissions:

"I give permission for my work to be typeset and/or bound only for personal, non-profit use. Do not reproduce my works in whole or part for monetary gain, including commissions, reproductions behind paywalls, charging for chances of winning reproductions or using reproductions in fundraising campaigns. Such practices endanger fandom and put authors at risk."

Thanks again for asking and for your kind words. Both mean the world to me. xoxo ~ Scully

#i love asks #i love my readers #thank you for asking #fanfic binding #permissions and policies

[1d1195]

Hi....are there some people who you perhaps dont like to talk to or dont wanna respond to..just some anons that piss you off or something?

Well, no not really. I wouldn’t say I get pissed off either about anons. Honestly, when I get feedback that someone doesn’t like my story i get REALLY sad. I try to write for me as a therapeutic thing but I genuinely want people to enjoy my writing. I know that’s kind of ridiculous because I know what I write isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Idk I’m rambling and probs not making sense. I’m a very sensitive person in general so I will often make things a bigger deal than they need to be. I’ve posted about it before but I don’t have a friend that I tell EVERYTHING to. So I use this space to vent and write what I’m feeling and it’s CRAZY but I think I associate people not liking my characters and my stories with not liking me. I have a really hard time with that because writing has become such a good outlet for my mental health.

But no, I enjoy talking with most everyone. I try to be as transparent as possible and respond in one form or another to anyone that wants to chat with me or send an ask. Sometimes it takes me a while to answer because I want to make sure I get my point across in a good way. There are times I don’t feel comfortable posting an ask that was sent to me but I try to make a follow up post.

Xoxo

[rinisbowen]

howdy folks... long time no talk... i promised i’d explain Why i’m here... after MONTHS of being absent... and so yeah- here i am. 

so in the time i’ve been gone... a lot has changed in my life, and the major explanation for my absence is i simply haven’t had the time to focus on these things... and in the last couple of months, i’ve actually been on the opposite side of the country, doing an internship. it’s been an amazing experience, and i’m actually currently looking for a job here since the internship ended this past week. have an interview tomorrow even, which is cool.

BUT- why i’m on here now, saying all this, is a friend of mine i’ve made in the time i’ve been absent, was talking to me regarding writing styles and such and the narratives influencing the way you write them... and idk how many of y’all remember or knew that i wrote aus/fic... beyond the whole uh- media analysis stuff i used to do on here and enjoyed for a while... bc i don’t think i tended to publicize that here much... 

but if you’re someone who did know that, you probably remember my biggest / most in depth au... xoxo... a project that i was reminded of GREATLY by my conversation with my friend tonight. now i feel bad leaving All of my aus unfinished like that, it was truly never my intention to abandon any of my work, life just... got in the way. but i feel especially sad over xoxo... and this is me getting on my tumblr blog that i haven’t used in ages besides that day we thought twitter might go down. and hadn’t touched in so long before that... 

saying that, i think i’m gonna try to get back into writing xoxo... and i think i’m going to make a concerted effort to finish it. i don’t know when the next update is going to be. i don’t know if i will 100% finish this au. but i do know i want to try to write it again. because i miss it. and i miss the lovely people i would talk about it with. and if even a handful of them are still interested in the story- or even 1 or 2... that would be worth it for me. and hey, maybe it’ll find some new readers too. which honestly- could make it all that much more fulfilling.

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for the sake of everyone who Doesn’t know what i’m talking about but is interested or needs/wants reminding / wants to reread her...

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#rini fanfic #rini au #admin #//do i put this in the tags maybe i shouldn't but also... just in case... idk idk.

[dixonsgirl93]

Hey! How are you? I’ve been reading some of your fanfics about TWD, and I’m really enjoying them, thank you so much for writing and bringing us some comfort. I also like to write, but I don’t have much time recently, BUT I have tons of ideas. So, not to scare you lol gonna sent some and in the future I can send you more.

1 - Reader goes on a run with Daryl and he sees her looking too much at a plushie in a store. Reader could catch it, but she decides not. before the world end to shit she used to have a collection of them, and that was ok, because eventhough she was an adult they could be in the secure of her house and nobody needed to know, but now she’s afraid the others will judge her and thinks she’s childish. Then when she’s not with him, he goes back and take the plushie for her, when he’s at home he gives it to her and they have a talk about it, maybe she says she shouldn’t have it because she’s not a child and then Daryl is soft and tells her that it’s ok if she likes it, she’s not childish and people should not judge her. Smth like that. I know you already have a short one in which Daryl gives a plushie to reader, but this idea habe been on my mind for a long time. Also, maybe make it prison era or early Alexandria? But in fact you can choice the time/season you want.

2 - Reader is worried Daryl smokes a lot, because she had family members that died of it. So she’s always telling him he should stop, cause it’s going to kill him. And Daryl is like “in case you didn’t notice this is an apocalipse and cigarettes are the last thing possible of killing me?”, he doesn’t need to say this exactly you can make it more Darylish. Also I’m not sure of the genre it could be, but if they fight because of this, make them make up, cause no sad endings, please.

3 - Reader decides trying smoking with Daryl, but it doesn’t go very well cause she’s allergic as f*ck and also suffer from a light case of asthma.

It’s ok if you mix the ideas or if you don’t want to do them. Gonna send you more ideas another time, cause I don’t wanna scare you.

xoxo, Pam

Hi!

Goodness that is a lot!

So I wrote a little something for the second one. I hope you like it!

Linked here

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon requests #twd #twd requests

[deareverythingeverything]

Dear you,

It’s been years since I’ve heard your voice and even longer since I’ve seen your face. You’ve gotten married and had two babies along the way and I’m still here writing letters to you. I promised myself that I would let you go and for the most part I think I have but every now and again I watch a movie or hear a song and it makes me think of you. It makes me sad because you’re the one person who has really truly broken my heart and I never even got the chance to tell you that what you did to me was awful. That because of you every man after has paid for your sins. It’s because of you I’m so fucked up in the head that when a good man tells me I’m beautiful I automatically think he’s lying. I think there’s motive behind such pretty words.I can’t even enjoy the person staring back at me in the mirror anymore because she’s constantly looking for the faults that make her unlovable. I’ve convinced myself that the reason no one wants me is because I’m not beautiful enough, I’m not skinny enough, I’m not witty enough, I’m just not enough and I don’t know how to fix that. But lord have I tried. But at the end of the day I don’t know how to fix me. I don’t know how to just be. They say time heals all wounds if that’s true why do I still bleed? I wish I could ask you why. I wish that I could figure out how many people you cheated on me with. I wish I knew what was lies and what was the truth. I wish I could just stop. The unanswered questions kill me. The not knowing makes me physically ill. Sometimes I wish I never met you and other times I wish you loved me and couldn’t imagine a world with me not in it. I wish that the thought of never knowing would bring you to your knees. I wish I was it for you. Your family is beautiful, your wife is beautiful and the life you have built is beautiful and that hurts. It hurts to know that, that beautiful life you’ve built only exist because you took everything good from me and broke it. I guess that’s how it goes though, someone has to break so the other can be happy. I hope to one day have that happy life you took from me. I hope to someday have a husband who loves me and protects me the way you should have. I wish I could say this is the last letter I write to you but who knows you and I have a lot of baggage and I’m just now unpacking it. I hope to bury the pain you’ve caused and be able to move on. I hope to have a family of my own with babies who look like the man I love. I hope happiness is the last thing I feel when I think about you because this pain is the choking kind and I don’t want it anymore.

Xoxo,

Me

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